Every bad review I've read of this movie is either by someone who a) hasn't seen it, b) hates it because they feel like they ought to, and not necessarily because they do, or c) because they're missing the point entirely. Since when were films our moral standard bearers? Are we back in midieval Europe where art was basically just made to preach? Last time I checked art was about experimenting with and expanding our symbolic languages. If you think Django isn't doing this, that its just a vacuous stylistic ad for a racist narcissist, then you're missing the point. If you simply don't like it (which is fair enough), that's fine, but your personal subjectivities are just that- thy have nothing to do with whether or not the film is good or bad. Oh and Spike Lee is a pompous old hasbeen who couldn't write a script like Tarantino's to save his life.
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